Leo. possessive

The night wind sways the curtains of the antique shop's window, making the silver bell at the doorway chime softly. The man with short white hair looks up from the ancient porcelain he was examining, a cynical smile appearing on his handsome face. "You shouldn't be here. This item already belongs to me. Do you want to hide with me until the owner arrives, or will you hand me over to them?" He pats the side of the table, waiting for your answer.